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This is the first in a series revolving around the characters in the fictitious town of Chastened, Florida, located somewhere between Bradenton and Sarasota. This chapter offers several vignettes or samples. One can start at any point in the series as it does not strive for continuity. There will be plenty of sex amid the various relationships, which I hope will hold your interest. Some chapters are illustrated. Email for copies of same. PW
Chapter 1
A Chastened Sampler
It was a Friday, a week before the opening night of Cabaret. The girls were taking a break in the green room where performers and crew can eat or relax. As usual Mary, always the actress, although a dancer in this production, was regaling the lead female, Erin Lunceford, AKA Sally Bowles and Julie Jefferson, another dancer with the latest on her current boyfriend.
"We're done," she said flatly. "I told Madison that he asked for her number. I just wasn't psyched to assist this match, but the only thing more pathetic than girls mooning over uninterested guys are girls who sabotage other girls, even annoying ones, as part of some futile intra-sex competition.
As usual, Madison spent several minutes obsessing over tan lines and diet. She's bowstring-thin with auburn highlights ... and don't remind me Julie, I know Vaughn has this redhead fixation, but she's no Firecrotch. This is a girl whose last boyfriend told me she wouldn't scratch or massage his back because it would ruin her manicure. So let Vaughn have her and her listless leg-spreading."
Mary threw her hands in the air to emphasize her next line. "Madison said, 'Mary's sloppy seconds? Hmm, I don't know if I like his nose.' Which kills me because I love his nose and can think of plenty of places for it."
She sighed adding to her little drama. "But I left Vaughn's number with Madison before hanging up; fuck it, the bimbo can call him if she realizes her awesome luck."
Mary looked directly at her two friends before continuing. "Anyway, I've hooked up with Wade again."
Julie caught Erin's eye and arched an eyebrow. Erin stifled a giggle, truly enjoying her moment with the two women.
Mary went on. "Would you believe ... I don't know why I didn't tell you this sooner, Julie, but Wade called from Club Med last Tuesday!"
Julie nudged Erin in the ribs with her elbow, as if to clue Erin in on Mary's next line.
"I wanted to hear your voice," he said, and to make plans for Friday the day after I return." The shit reduced me to useless puddle of sap. I veered from toe-curling sex fantasies to sugary mental pix of couple hood and back again for several hours."
Julie was impressed: "You had what? One date and he's asking you out from his Club Bed vacay in the Caribbean?"
Mary beamed at the two of them. "Yeah!" she exclaimed and smacked her lips.
"Jesus, Mary," Julie said sarcastically, "If Wade had any more nerve; he could give my clitoris a run for its money."
Mary ignored the remark and continued on with her tale of the day. "So there I am, all buoyed up on Thursday 'cause we're gonna meet in like in less than 24 hours, ya know?"
"I'm feeling minimal pain when I practically mowed Vaughn down in the corridor. He began yapping about Madison again. So I bluntly informed him I'd already given Madison his number, told him the ball's in her court. Vaughn tried to conceal his telltale face-fall and asked if I wanted to grab a latte somewhere. Told him I was on my way to meet a guy for dinner (never mind that it was my dad). I've no use for Madison's "sloppy seconds," to borrow the charming girl's phrase. Let Vaughn find some other consolation thighs."
"Ya know," Mary opined reflectively, "I should really focus on my lines today, but I just left Wade, who by the way, is cooked to a crisp from the Caribbean sun. So I'm decompressing.
Last night he accompanied me to a photo exhibit I was dying to see, which scored major points because he's no culture-vulture and simply wanted to make me happy. There was one mortifying moment, though: There we were, standing before a black-and-white, bird's-eye-view nude photo of the artist's lover, her face and breasts and tummy emerging proudly from the shadowy bed sheets.
Wade's behind me, his fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of my neck, when he remarked, at full volume: "She's not that hot."
"Christ, he wasn't even being ironic - he was dead serious! Everyone, including the gallery owner, shot us a look like we were beyond contempt, and I don't blame them. I mean, he's a professional photographer but probably thinks the Mona Lisa has a dingy complexion.
I know I sound like I'm unfairly harshing on the guy, but the incident underscored how disturbingly hung up on appearances he is. I mean, before that we watched some roller blader's in the park, and Wade kept pointing out how this one had PMS -- premature mammary sag -- or how that one was packing the spandex with too much gut. He finally Gebze Escort (https://gebze.t2bro.net/) became so obnoxious that I told him I hoped he wasn't spending this much energy secretly denouncing my flaws.
He said I had nothing to worry about, because I'm as serious a gym rat as he is. Glad he wasn't around a few years ago when I had my bout of exercise bulimia---his comments would've really cranked up my craziness."
"Anyway, after the gallery, we go to Wade's place, and while we're fooling around shirtless, Wade interrupts the proceedings to ask if I think he's gotten more ripped over the past few weeks. I told him I hadn't noticed, and when I explained that I didn't feel ready to let things go any further tonight, he immediately hopped up to mix himself a protein drink.
Oh, yeah, guy, if I'm not going for the mattress-springing, it must be because your lat's can't cut glass yet!"
Erin was sure Mary had more to offer, but the choreographer waved them back with the other dancers and ran them through their paces three times in rapid succession.
Erin, having finished working on the arrangement of one of her songs, wondered if they were feeling a time crunch here. Julie sauntered over to stand alongside Erin as the others dance number wound down.
"I swear I'm gonna need oxygen after this number if we do it one more time."
"Tell me about it," Erin offered, by now feeling accepted by everyone in the cast. Although she suspected there were several cast members who didn't like her one iota. Erin readily accepted that as part of being in the "Biz," as she was wont to say these days.
She had found she had time and help from various members of the production team as well as the director to explore the inner dynamics and relationships between the characters. But the writing was so good that most of Erin's scenes didn't require that much work in order for them to be effective. But she worked through them just the same, sometimes finding it a little tedious; but more often finishing the day with a feeling of exhilaration at having improved her performance level another notch.
The entire cast was now working at a collective rhythm. Erin found it a little odd, but very reassuring. She had learned from Kathrine, who had proven to be a sensational Fräulein Schneider; that sometimes that moment never materializes, and having attained it augured well for the musical when it opened.
Maddy
Chapter 1
A Chastened Sampler
It was a Friday, a week before the opening night of Cabaret. The girls were taking a break in the green room where performers and crew can eat or relax. As usual Mary, always the actress, although a dancer in this production, was regaling the lead female, Erin Lunceford, AKA Sally Bowles and Julie Jefferson, another dancer with the latest on her current boyfriend.
"We're done," she said flatly. "I told Madison that he asked for her number. I just wasn't psyched to assist this match, but the only thing more pathetic than girls mooning over uninterested guys are girls who sabotage other girls, even annoying ones, as part of some futile intra-sex competition.
As usual, Madison spent several minutes obsessing over tan lines and diet. She's bowstring-thin with auburn highlights ... and don't remind me Julie, I know Vaughn has this redhead fixation, but she's no Firecrotch. This is a girl whose last boyfriend told me she wouldn't scratch or massage his back because it would ruin her manicure. So let Vaughn have her and her listless leg-spreading."
Mary threw her hands in the air to emphasize her next line. "Madison said, 'Mary's sloppy seconds? Hmm, I don't know if I like his nose.' Which kills me because I love his nose and can think of plenty of places for it."
She sighed adding to her little drama. "But I left Vaughn's number with Madison before hanging up; fuck it, the bimbo can call him if she realizes her awesome luck."
Mary looked directly at her two friends before continuing. "Anyway, I've hooked up with Wade again."
Julie caught Erin's eye and arched an eyebrow. Erin stifled a giggle, truly enjoying her moment with the two women.
Mary went on. "Would you believe ... I don't know why I didn't tell you this sooner, Julie, but Wade called from Club Med last Tuesday!"
Julie nudged Erin in the ribs with her elbow, as if to clue Erin in on Mary's next line.
"I wanted to hear your voice," he said, and to make plans for Friday the day after I return." The shit reduced me to useless puddle of sap. I veered from toe-curling sex fantasies to sugary mental pix of couple hood and back again for several hours."
Julie was impressed: "You had what? One date and he's asking you out from his Club Bed vacay in the Caribbean?"
Mary beamed at the two of them. "Yeah!" she exclaimed and smacked her lips.
"Jesus, Mary," Julie said sarcastically, "If Wade had any more nerve; he could give my clitoris a run for its money."
Mary ignored the remark and continued on with her tale of the day. "So there I am, all buoyed up on Thursday 'cause we're gonna meet in like in less than 24 hours, ya know?"
"I'm feeling minimal pain when I practically mowed Vaughn down in the corridor. He began yapping about Madison again. So I bluntly informed him I'd already given Madison his number, told him the ball's in her court. Vaughn tried to conceal his telltale face-fall and asked if I wanted to grab a latte somewhere. Told him I was on my way to meet a guy for dinner (never mind that it was my dad). I've no use for Madison's "sloppy seconds," to borrow the charming girl's phrase. Let Vaughn find some other consolation thighs."
"Ya know," Mary opined reflectively, "I should really focus on my lines today, but I just left Wade, who by the way, is cooked to a crisp from the Caribbean sun. So I'm decompressing.
Last night he accompanied me to a photo exhibit I was dying to see, which scored major points because he's no culture-vulture and simply wanted to make me happy. There was one mortifying moment, though: There we were, standing before a black-and-white, bird's-eye-view nude photo of the artist's lover, her face and breasts and tummy emerging proudly from the shadowy bed sheets.
Wade's behind me, his fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of my neck, when he remarked, at full volume: "She's not that hot."
"Christ, he wasn't even being ironic - he was dead serious! Everyone, including the gallery owner, shot us a look like we were beyond contempt, and I don't blame them. I mean, he's a professional photographer but probably thinks the Mona Lisa has a dingy complexion.
I know I sound like I'm unfairly harshing on the guy, but the incident underscored how disturbingly hung up on appearances he is. I mean, before that we watched some roller blader's in the park, and Wade kept pointing out how this one had PMS -- premature mammary sag -- or how that one was packing the spandex with too much gut. He finally Gebze Escort (https://gebze.t2bro.net/) became so obnoxious that I told him I hoped he wasn't spending this much energy secretly denouncing my flaws.
He said I had nothing to worry about, because I'm as serious a gym rat as he is. Glad he wasn't around a few years ago when I had my bout of exercise bulimia---his comments would've really cranked up my craziness."
"Anyway, after the gallery, we go to Wade's place, and while we're fooling around shirtless, Wade interrupts the proceedings to ask if I think he's gotten more ripped over the past few weeks. I told him I hadn't noticed, and when I explained that I didn't feel ready to let things go any further tonight, he immediately hopped up to mix himself a protein drink.
Oh, yeah, guy, if I'm not going for the mattress-springing, it must be because your lat's can't cut glass yet!"
Erin was sure Mary had more to offer, but the choreographer waved them back with the other dancers and ran them through their paces three times in rapid succession.
Erin, having finished working on the arrangement of one of her songs, wondered if they were feeling a time crunch here. Julie sauntered over to stand alongside Erin as the others dance number wound down.
"I swear I'm gonna need oxygen after this number if we do it one more time."
"Tell me about it," Erin offered, by now feeling accepted by everyone in the cast. Although she suspected there were several cast members who didn't like her one iota. Erin readily accepted that as part of being in the "Biz," as she was wont to say these days.
She had found she had time and help from various members of the production team as well as the director to explore the inner dynamics and relationships between the characters. But the writing was so good that most of Erin's scenes didn't require that much work in order for them to be effective. But she worked through them just the same, sometimes finding it a little tedious; but more often finishing the day with a feeling of exhilaration at having improved her performance level another notch.
The entire cast was now working at a collective rhythm. Erin found it a little odd, but very reassuring. She had learned from Kathrine, who had proven to be a sensational Fräulein Schneider; that sometimes that moment never materializes, and having attained it augured well for the musical when it opened.
Maddy